Another hesitation. “Spit.”

Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ hell.

I died.

I’m dead

The morning I met her, I must’ve actually fallen asleep and driven off a damn cliff. It was the only explanation.

Didn’t care if I was dead or living out a fantasy in a coma somewhere. I’d kill any angel, demon, or doctor who tried to wake me.

Encircling her wrist, I held her eye contact as I did what she ordered. I lowered her hand to fist me again, a deep groan rumbling up my chest.

Her tiny fist went from the base of my cock to my tip before sliding back down. She kept it there, her hold reflexively tightening as I pulled off her shirt. She briefly switched hands to get the material off, repeating it again when I removed her bra.

Her soft gasp said what I already knew. That she’d felt me get harder as I stared at her tits. Her stomach. Her every-fuckin’-thing.

“Say it, Mac. Tell me I don’t like what I see. Tell me I’m not hard and leaking precum. Tell me I’m not desperate to bury myself inside you and come till you’re overflowing.” Fisting her hair, I tilted her head back. “Lie to me and tell me I don’t want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

With each order, her grip tightened more and more, nearing painful in the best damn way. Before I shot my load all over her hand, I pulled it away and kissed her as I carefully took her to the mattress.

Moving down her body, I licked and kissed till I reached her nipples. I pulled one into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it.

I wanted to go slow. Take my time. Fuckin’ savor it.

But, again, Mac had other ideas.

“I’ve wanted this for weeks,” she breathed. “Don’t make me beg.”

Weeks.

As badly as I needed to hear her beg for my cock, her admission pushed me close to my breaking point. I wanted to slam into her, but I had to make sure she was ready to take me.

I wasn’t gonna play modest and say I was average. If she wasn’t wet enough, it’d hurt like a bitch. I didn’t wanna fuck up my shot by being selfish.

Settling my shoulders between her legs, I didn’t even have to touch her to know she was soaked. I could see it glistening on her pretty pussy and thighs.

But I wasn’t a man who wasted a good meal.